You may be acquainted with the night, but I have seen the darkness in day.
Goddamned motherfuckers. I'm sorry, Reach.
Would you like to fold?
It's my fault she's dead. I made a deal and I didn't stick to it. They said they'd leave her alone if I joined them. I betrayed them and they simply stuck to our arrangement.I was fighting for her. I wanted to destroy the Tall One. I wanted to make the world safer for her. Now she's dead because of me.Why shouldn't I "fold"? Why shouldn't I give up? Give me one reason not to hand myself over to Redlight or Slate.
Because they're all douchebags? I wouldn't work for any murderous asshole if I didn't have to.
Because there are people who need you, Reach. You wanted to make the world safe for her, then do it. Keep fighting until it is safe. Then when you pass on, you can tell her you were still fighting for her. Her memory deserves that much in the very least.
Because now you've got the greatest cause to fight for: vengeance. They killed the one you love; why, then, should you let them go unpunished and unchallenged? Cut them down, Reach; send these foul beasts that did such a thing into the Abyss!
The Spectator asked herself that once, Black Rook.Now, she is bound by a promise at a time when she most dearly wishes she could act. To do... anything. Instead, she can only watch and offer minimal help where she can.You, Black Rook, are still in a position of power. You may not be able to make a world better for her, but you are still able to make a world deserving of her memory.
But what if we can't defeat Him? What if this all a waste of time? I'm tired, guys. Even if I'm physically seventeen, I'm nearly sixty mentally. I've been in this since before some of your parents were born. I don't know if I have the energy to keep going anymore. It would be so much easier just to give up.
Nothing worth having ever came easy, Black Rook.
You give up now, Reach, and you give up the chance to make the world you wanted for Catherine.Do you want that to happen?Do you want Zero, Amelia, Nessa, and Fizzy's sacrifices to go to waste?I became a Revenant because I wanted to know our enemy inside and out.And you damn well have the knowledge we need to beat him.And now I do. Don't let it go to waste. Don't give up, and please, help us fight and win.-JeffThe Keeper
Thage, you suddenly seem familiar. I have the most horrible feeling that we've met before, on opposite sides of this war.Jeff...you're right. I know you're right. But I've broken myself trying to fight him. I just don't know if I can bring myself to keep going. The last member of my family just died. The daughter I abandoned, who probably knew her father as a nutjob who disappeared before she was born. I never got to meet her. I just...I just don't know if I can keep going.
The odds are rather good we've met, though unless you're the one who gave the Spectator her ultimatum, I'm sure we've never spoken, dear Black Rook. You can certainly check the Knight of a Dead Tongue's blog for a description, perhaps that will jog your memory.As for your daughter... you have my deepest, most heartfelt sympathy. I can only imagine the sort of pain you're feeling, and though it may feel trite, the only advice I can offer is to use that pain to galvanize yourself, temper your resolve into a blade to pierce shadows and Otherworldly alike.
The pain of losing her is far more palatable than the pain of being responsible for her death.Thage, I think we need to talk. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org. Contact me as soon as you can.